Saturday, February 28, 2015

[Readers beware; this is not a formal
review. I only wish to dwell upon how I have been impacted by this book as it
pushed me to self introspect.]

Tom Perrotta’s The Wishbones did not go
down well with me at the beginning. It seemed slow and the characters weren’t
too charming. It then dawned on me the entire purpose of The Sunday Book Club’s
monthly challenge. This book tried my ability to read any genre, my capacity to
delve into a not-so-appealing circumstance and chart through unknown territory.
(Thank you guys, this did seem like a healthy challenge. Given an option, I
would probably never have picked up such a genre.)

The book, in many ways than one, seems
to reflect a bit of what life may hold for us. It made me come face to face
with a fact that I used to ignore, a fear of mediocrity. As exemplified by the
main protagonist, Dave, it brings the truth home real hard. Here’s my favourite
excerpt:

‘Dave wasn’t there yet. He didn’t think
he’d ever be. This knowledge didn’t torment him; it was just a fact he lived
with; that greatness would always be out of reach, that he was what he was – a pretty
good guitar player, another face in the crowd, a guy who could do a mean
fucking imitation of Carlos Santana.’

Coming across this paragraph was a
moment of reckoning for me; personally, since I live in the doldrums, never
pushing myself too hard. It lays bare a lot of inadequacies in me, as it did in
Dave; though he settled for it.

Also, this book rings true on another
level, a level where I refuse to let go of my immaturity and start behaving
like a real adult. I’m 25 and finding myself inadequate to retain my idiocy in
the real world, managing my imaginative fantasies and finding them dashed to
dust. I ‘hope’ the time does not come where I too must decide like Dave to let
go of my hidden world and live in the present.

For a person caught between a rock and a
hard place, mostly all because of Dave’s action or inaction, Tom Perrotta
brings out the harsh reality that exists. Life isn’t that rosy or brilliant.
The world does not owe us anything just because we exist, and sometimes,
letting go of dreams and desires is a step towards rationality.

Artie, the band’s manager, is a
character I really warmed up to. Even though the band members weren’t quite
fond of him, he was truly dedicated to his band. He would have moved mountains
for them, if he could. His intentions were in the right place, and I love him
for that.

But despite every thing, I hope I can
retain my wishbone, (akin to a funny bone, I guess), and hope I can stand up
for what they represent.

Sunday, January 4, 2015

The title of this post is extremely boring and military like. But that is what I don't want this to be. I want this year to be about me. I want to truly invest time in myself. And STOP PROCRASTINATING, if at all it's possible. :P

Firstly, it has to be... LOSE weight. And I plan to lose 5 kgs before my birthday - Feb 14.

Secondly, read the newspaper more thoroughly. I'm sure if I push myself, I can do it.

Thirdly, write a regular journal - not a digital one - where I want to write character sketches of people around me, at home, work, relatives, people on the road, etc. This is to push me towards establishing characters, their essences, unravelling what makes them tick, etc. Hopefully, this should help me write my own characters in future, and write my dystopian short novel.

Fourthly, as I am yet to find my one true passion, I will immerse myself in political science, since I want to study in this field further. I flit from topic to topic, hobby to hobby, and rarely obsess about a particular thing. I need to establish my expertise in one thing at least.

Fifthly, focus on my character. I can be the person I want to be. All it takes is a bit of determination and will power. I think the reason behind my frivolous behaviour is because I may actually be afraid of what I am capable of. I really need to sort my thinking process and be clear regarding what I want.